With so many people suddenly arriving, everyone in the Wang family was confused.
But Mr. Ouyang was even more confused when he was standing in front of the door.
Huang Wanqiu's eyes were fixed on Lin Wanjie.
Before everyone could recover, they shouted happily: "Lin Wanjie!"
"ah?"
Lin Wanjie was stunned for a moment. He was an outsider and he never expected that the first person he called would be him.
"When did you come back?"
Huang Wanqiu asked again.
At this time, Mr. Ouyang's eyes had been locked on Lin Wanjie.
I really didn't expect that.
Unexpectedly, Huang Wanqiu's "not like a scholar" would be...
It would be so abstract.
With Lin Wanjie's appearance, it would be appropriate to say that he was a blacksmith. How...how could he study?
I don’t blame Mr. Ouyang for judging people by their appearance. It’s really that people like Lin Wanjie are too weird. Looking at the world’s literati, no matter how long they grow horizontally, they can’t look like this.
Everyone in the Wang family was also puzzled. When Mr. Ouyang came to the house, he was not looking for someone from the Wang family. What did he mean by looking at a rough guy like Lin Wanjie first?
Mr. Wang came to his senses first and coughed dryly: "Ahem..."
Then he took a step forward and handed over to Mr. Ouyang: "May I ask why Mr. Ouyang came to visit in person?"
Mr. Ouyang pointed at Lin Wanjie: "Are you Lin Wanjie?"
Mr. Wang was ignored.
Lin Wanjie pointed to herself, looked left and right, and then nodded blankly.
"Are you really here to find Lin Wanjie?"
"No way? With Mr. Ouyang's status, why would he come to him in person?"
"Did he commit something that angered Mr. Ouyang?"
"It must be so."
The Wang family's children are still discussing.
The people who followed Mr. Ouyang outside could no longer hold themselves back. They shouted loudly and asked, "Did you write the lyrics for "Moon Full West Tower"?"
"Yuemanxilou?"
Lin Wanjie was very familiar with this. He wrote the poem to the eldest lady. I heard that the eldest lady kept her innocence in the brothel because of this work.
It adds a bit of mystery to this poem.
Now someone suddenly asked if he had written this poem. Lin Wanjie quickly guessed that there was something wrong with the outside world.
Lin Wanjie was about to explain.
Huang Wanqiu said first: "Stop quibbling, Mrs. Xiao has already admitted it! She said in front of everyone by the lake that the author of the lyrics was Lin Da, the servant."
"..."
All the words were taken back in his stomach. When Lin Wanjie looked at the people outside, he understood why they came to find him.
Huang Wanqiu said that the eldest lady admitted it herself.
With Lin Wanjie's intelligence and understanding of the First Lady, he quickly figured out the reason.
The eldest lady is leaving her own reputation behind and wants to clear her name.
"Did you write that poem? Are the many good poems and quatrains spread from the mouth of Shishi girl written by you?" Huang Wanqiu asked excitedly.
There was an uproar.
The children of the Wang family didn't know why, and people outside looked on with cold eyes.
It was time for Lin Wanjie to reveal the answer.
Most people still don't believe it. They don't believe that Lin Wanjie can write such a poem, and they don't believe that Lin Wanjie is so thick-skinned that he dares to claim such a poem.
However, by announcing the matter, the eldest lady had put aside her personal honor and disgrace.
Lin Wanjie did not want to live up to his reputation, but he could not live up to the eldest lady's wish to fulfill her wishes.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Wanjie responded loudly: "Yes."
ha?
"He really dares to admit it?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Mr. Ouyang, don't be deceived by him. There is no way this person has such talent."
"That's right! There must be something wrong with this."
"He is a man, and he is such a rough man. How can he understand the tenderness of a woman's heart?"
It's all going crazy outside.
I still can’t believe it. After all, the lyrics of the song “Moon Full in the West Tower” are too beautiful to be written by a man.
The children of the Wang family also gradually understood, their eyes widened and they murmured softly.
"I wasn't dreaming, right? They said that song "Moon Full in the West Tower" was written by that idiot?"
"Crazy, crazy, must be crazy."
Shi Che stood up from the ground and looked at Lin Wanjie.
Just this scene had scared him awake: "Brother, are you kidding?"
"Why is there any need to joke about this?" Lin Wanjie said calmly. He had countless memories of his past life in his heart and was backed by sages and celebrities from thousands of years. What did such a few people's doubts mean?
"The Moon in the West Tower is mostly about women. As a man, why can you write about it?"
This is everyone's question, and Lin Wanjie must have an explanation.
At this moment, the question was asked by Mr. Ouyang, and the sound stopped abruptly.
Mr. Ouyang has already asked, so he should answer directly this time, right?
Lin Wanjie smiled. He knew it was time for him to answer, but he did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Who said that men can't write about women's thoughts?"
This question stunned everyone present.
I wanted to refute, but for a moment I didn’t know where to refute.
However, Lin Wanjie continued: "Second-rate literati can only write about their own experiences. At most, they can only express their inner feelings and write about what they see and feel. Their achievements are limited to their own knowledge and cannot understand cognition. Others cannot perceive the world further away, let alone empathize with the unknown. You must know that it is easy to write about yourself in ancient articles, but difficult to write about others. First-class literati are good at judging others by themselves, understanding what others think, and empathizing with others. I like what others like and dislike what others dislike. What’s the point of using a man’s body to write about women’s thoughts? I can write about the innocence of children, the sorrow of old people, the ambition of generals, and the helplessness of peasants. I am in the spring and summer I can write about the coldness of autumn and winter, and I can write about the three mountains and five mountains in the south of the Yangtze River."
After finishing his words, Lin Wanjie held his head high and was high-spirited.
How could he let the eldest lady give him the opportunity to become famous?
There is nothing in the world that he cannot write.
mad!
So crazy!
No one in history has been as arrogant as him.
But no one would believe what he said, there would be no such person in the world!
"What a shame! You are so arrogant in front of Mr. Ouyang!"
"It's so shameless. Does he think he is a god?"
"Tell him to write, tell him to write now!"
"Yes, let's see what kind of ability he has and whether he can write about everything in the world."
Everyone was filled with indignation. They had never seen such a shameless person.
Even Huang Wanqiu felt that Lin Wanjie's words were a little too much.
Literary people still need to be humble, no matter how talented you are.
When the water is full, it overflows...
"I don't want to come up with a poem about three mountains and five mountains. As long as you write another poem from a woman's perspective, and write something tender and plaintive, I will accept you as my disciple."
Lin Wanjie didn't even think about it and started reciting directly: "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the water of the Yangtze River together without seeing you."
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. "
